#junhoe x reader

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"Just get in," his voice deep enough to drown you and have you breathless. "Come here."

Taking more time than usual to slip off of your robe, you looked at yourself in the mirror one last time before joining your boyfriend, Junhoe.

It wasn't lustful in any way, no. It could have been though, and it definitely has been– countless of times before, but for a while now, all you’ve been doing is drinking wine and watching your favourite movies while getting all warm and soaked up in the big, jetted tub.

Evening dates became a thing over the past few months, and has slowly become a part of your routine. Every time Junhoe gets home from his martial arts training, a bubble bath date just needs to happen.

Since your bathroom had a floor to ceiling mirror right in front of the tub, you couldn’t help but notice how his face looked glum as ever, with his knuckles bruised and obviously hurt. It seemed like a bad day for him.

"You wanna talk about it?" you asked, playing with the bubbles covering your bodies. Ahh, the simple joys.

Junhoe, looking rather uneasy, reached for your thigh and caressed it ever so gently. "It's just.. it was a bad day. A really bad day, a really tiring day. I’m sorry, baby."

"Yeah?" Shifting closer to him– if that was even possible, you prepared yourself to listen.

Junhoe's free arm snaked its way around your shoulders, adding more warmth to the already scalding hot bath water. Maybe not scalding hot. But maybe almost.

"Our boss didn't like the songs I wrote. He said it lacked flavour– lacked emotion. He said it's.. really not that great. I worked hard on that, Y/N. You know that, right?" His eyes locked onto yours, asking for faith and reassurance.

You nodded and allowed him to continue.

"See, Hanbin's stressed out, too. He told us that the boss wants to delay the comeback. It's been too long, way too long. And, okay– at practice today, for fuck’s sakes. Since all of us were pressured, we all kept messing up the choreo. Dong was so pissed, the guy walked out! I mean– when does he ever do shit like that? Never. And at the gym today, while I was training, this asshole of a guy needed a sparring partner so my coach paired me up with him. Guess what? He doesn't even know how to throw proper punches. He even got mad at me. He's blaming me for his lack of knowledge? Jesus, good God. That's why my knuckles are all bruised up. We kinda got into a fight, but don't worry, baby. I'm fine."

His last words struck you more than anything else. You knew what he meant by that. And you knew that he really wasn't fine. In fact, he was broken.

The subtle sound of the jets kept the two of you company, and the moment you let out a sigh, Junhoe immediately planted a kiss on your shoulder, and clung onto you a bit more.

You loved the way he loved you, and you were determined to love him the same way, too.

"You okay, baby?" He asked, eyes still red from the angst.

Behind those tired eyes were memories of your struggles together, from the beginning up to now. But there definitely was beauty in pain.

"Mhm," you said, tracing the outline of his arms. "You are more than enough, my love. I know I tell you that everyday, but believe me. No matter what happens, you'll always have me. Okay?"

The sweetest smile appeared on his face as if nothing had happened earlier that day. He was smiling, and you were confident that he was going to be alright. Just what you wanted to see.

"I’ll be okay as long as you’re with me, I know that."

"You should always remember that, Koo Junhoe. Now relax, before these bubbles disappear and our bubble bath date just turns into a regular bath."

Your boyfriend’s lips form a silly smirk– and that was a clear indication that you were going to have a pretty long night.

Maybe it was wishful thinking for Y/N to hope that Junhoe will never leave her. After all, he’s a figure everyone’s looking at both to scrutinize and adore.

At first they were that couple everyone envied, despite the two of them being worlds different. While he’s a singer shining brightly under the spotlight, she is a university student trying to survive the pressure of life. They both live in the same flat surface, yet with such different realities at hand.

Of course, that phase had to end someday.

Sweet words turn to harsh curses, and sweet nothings transit into yelling at each other at the top of their lungs. Y/N felt like the universe is already going against her, and with Junhoe adding up to it, everything is going into an endless pit.

“Goodness, Y/N, can you please stop being a pest for once?!” Junhoe is known for his brutal honesty, and although Y/N is already used to it, she can’t help but still be hurt over again. He heads to their room and slams the door close, glances never exchanged and good nights never uttered.

Y/N is left comforting herself over it, on the couch where she thinks she’ll be sleeping tonight. She does not expect Junhoe to apologize for his words and actions. He did so in the past, but they’ve been together so long that apologies and I love you’s are only spoken once in a while. Their anniversaries are only normal days, since Junhoe is usually pent up with work and Y/N is studying for her finals.

What a masochist you are, Y/N.

She tucks up the blanket she took from the laundry, ready to cry herself to sleep in sadness and fear of Junhoe being gone the next day.

On their anniversary; the fifth one to be exact, Y/N’s exam is over.

She expects that something special might occur, even though the magic had been long gone. Many times she has sent Junhoe a text to notify him that it is December eighteenth, but as expected, he doesn’t know anything.

He came home with his tired self and a bunch of take outs.

“The hyungs treated us for some beef a while back and told me to bring you these home. I’ll go to sleep now.” His voice sounds dull, like she doesn’t even deserve a second look, nor a warm embrace. The snow outside only adds up to the chilling inside her heart.

“Okay,” Y/N can only mutter helplessly. She heads to the kitchen and blows the candle on top of the cake she hassled herself in preparing, despite the drowsiness and emptiness of her energy.

“Happy anniversary, Junhoe. I love you.” She cuts the cake and opens up the packed baked scallops that has a sticky note on top of the tupperware.

Have fun, you two! -Jinani, Yunhyeong, Jiwon, Hanbae, Dong, Chanu

She smiles slightly, tears falling endlessly.

How can others remember, but not him?

The mellow sound of the piano almost puts Y/N in a slumber.

The iKON members, sans Junhoe, invited her over. Her boyfriend is nowhere to be found, and she hopes that he is somewhere harmless.

“That’s a sad song,” Y/N mumbles as she peeks at Donghyuk, who is playing the instrument with his entire feelings into it. She recognizes it as Black Pink’s song, Stay.

“Does it remind you of someone?” Yunhyeong asks, not much surprised when Y/N nods. It seems like nowadays, she’s either crying or calling them to ask about Junhoe and his whereabouts.

“I just wish that even though he’s gone, like, most of the time, he’ll still stay with me,” Y/N mumbles, fiddling with her fingers.

“You should stop crying, Y/N,” Yunhyeong offers her his hanky. “Your eyes are puffy. Why do you insist on staying in this relationship if it’s hurting you this much?”

Y/N is baffled after hearing Yunhyeong’s question.

“Because that’s Junhoe,” Y/N answers, not skipping a heartbeat. “He says unnecessary things and yells uselessly, but at the end of the day, he’s still a giant softie. I love him, and although I sound like a stupid, toxic girl right now, I’d rather have him with me than to not.”

Yunhyeong shakes his head, not knowing whether to hit the girl to reality or just let her be. At least she’s aware of her own foolishness.

Junhoe finally comes by, appearing to be ready to pick Y/N up.

“Let’s go home,” Y/N bids the other males goodbye, and they all cast her a worried glance. She assures them with a slight smile and follows Junhoe out of the building.

She trails behind him, unaware of how to act. It’s like they were back to that stage where Y/N is awkward with everything that comes with Junhoe, but she’d rather enjoy that than to force some purposeless conversations with others.

Junhoe halts, effectively pausing Y/N from her walk.

“Stay beside me. It’s cold.” Junhoe invites her over in his arms, and she hops over next to him, not knowing what to say at all.

They walk under the snow, both wanting to say something but do not have the guts to say it aloud.

“Why is it me?” Junhoe voices out his question.

“Huh?” Y/N lifts her beanie up a little to see Junhoe’s expression and to understand him clearly.

“I don’t deserve you, Y/N,” Junhoe messes his hair. “I’ve fucked up a lot, and I don’t want you to question your credibility because of me. Why do you insist to stay with a complicated person like me?”

Y/N tiptoes and kisses his red nose.

“Because you’re an idiot when it comes to relationships, and I understand that,” Y/N returns her weight back to her heels. “I know that I cried this month more than I smiled, or maybe in the span of our relationship, I cried more than I laughed. But that’s where we learn, right?”

“How do I learn, Y/N? I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” Junhoe sounds concerned, afraid of what to do next and how to perfect the relationship.

“Just stay,” Y/N guarantees. “Stay with me. Don’t ask why it’s you, alright? Let’s stay together.”

And Junhoe replies with a nod.

“I love you, Y/N. Never ever question that.”